of which great worth and worship may be won

We know not where we go, or what sweet dream May pilot us through caverns strange and fair Of far and pathless passion, while the stream Of life our bark doth on its whirlpools bear, Spreading swift wings as sails to the dim air; […]

The new arrangement will take some getting used to, but I think it'll turn out to be a good thing.

Can you relay this message to John?